A LITTLE STORY FROM MY DOGS PERSPECTIVE

They all love me pretty quickly, the people i meet.

“It’s her eyes.” My mamma tells people. Apparently I have ‘sweet eyes’, whatever that means.

They always want to pet me and play with me and they talk to me much more than they do with Shifty- thats my sister, shes been here longer than I have.

I don’t think people love Shifty as much as they love me. They say her name and try to pet her, but when she doesn’t respond or looks at them funny they stop trying.

Only a few people really love Shifty, like my mamma and my friend Tequi’s mamma. But they don’t love her the way they love me- or Tequi.

They love Tequi and I by playing with us and cuddling us and teaching us how to be good so they won’t have to scold us so often. They give us toys and sometimes even play with those toys with us.

But with Shifty, They love her by saying sorry when they make her jump, or by leaving the couch so she can sit on it alone. They love her by letting her come to them for pets and slacking on her training.

My papa loves her too, but he’s not as good at it. He approaches Shifty too fast and scares her too often, but I think he doesn’t mean for it to happen .

And I know that Shifty loves papa too. She’s told me as much. Papa goes on longer walks and finds tastier food for us. Usually he forgets he’s a papa, but when he remembers he tries to make up for it.

Shift says mamma and papa fight sometimes. They don’t bite each other but sometimes mamma barks loudly at papa and then gets very sad while he gets very quiet- papa isn’t usually quiet. He loves to tell people things.

Shifty also says sometimes mamma leaves and she either goes with her or stays. And when this happens she never knows how long it will be before they are all back together again.

Personally, I only just found this little family and I really hope we can all stay together always. And that includes Tequi, Murphy, Panda and their mammas and papas too.

LOVING YOU…

Loving you means

Never really knowing

How important i am to you.

.

Loving you means

Always wondering

If i even am at all.

.

Loving you means

Begging for conversations

And settling

For three words.

.

It means storming out

And thinking

‘This time he’ll come,

.

This time is his turn

To start unraveling

All the tension and the hurt.’

.

I wonder why

I’m still disappointed

When you never do.

.

It means pleading

With a fortress to let me in,

Open the gates

And let me in.

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And then ending

The night seated outside,

In the cold.

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Loving you means

Writing a thousand thoughts

You’ll never read

.

And longing to read the thoughts

You’ll never write me.

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It means wanting so much

For you to prioritize me

.

And then felling like a burden

Or a waste of time

If i manage to convince you to.

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Loving you means

Tricking myself

Into believing

That the choice between

Happiness and love

Is a hard one.

.

It means pretending

I could ever

Not choose happiness

.

It means knowing

Deep down

That someday

Happy will win,

.

But putting it of

As long as long as possible

For the foolish notion,

That maybe

You’ll offer both.